A heartfelt tale of the Warsaw ghetto and the impact on both victim and occupier. Interestingly, it's written by a German woman, now living in Brighton, but haunted by the events of the Second World War. The first half is perhaps inevitably more involving than the second half but it all heads tow...
There was a dangerous glimmer in his eyes as if he were running a fever. ‘I can’t go on like this any more. I am starting to forget, I can’t remember my wife’s face or my son’s. I keep trying to picture them, their features, how they used to walk, their voices, their smiles, but it’s just one big...